Battle of the Shadow Furries

The feline ninja was silent like an unmovable statue with his greyish hard demeanor showing how much atoned to his training. Nothing could be seen from his hidden expression except for the closed eyes of concentration. Even Yori's voices were mere background noises and shoved at the back of his brain.

"Hmmm, what are you doing in here?" Said Hairou who was standing from behind her unsure why a weakened vixen is all up and at it in her current condition. His wardrobe was adjusted to lower the upper half down, like a skirt of sort. His black bodysuit suit underneath it revealed how chiseled his chest was that oozed with muscular a skin.

Yori watched the feline ninja for a moment, putting her hands on her hips as she got close until taking a step back, "Fine then. Thanks for the help I guess," she says before turning around straight into Hairou. The vixen's face pushing into his chest before looking up to him rather surprised. Typically with her senses she probably could have possibly heard him coming from behind but was far too weakened still.

She stand there for a moment, looking up to him. Her chest pressed just under his, Yori would think that he was rather hot for better lack of words. Though memories of the night before were still somewhat fresh in her head of just how underhanded he could be. Of course a ninja disregarded such sensibilities she presumed, taking a step back quickly, if not painfully as she quelled a blush. Her eyes looking over his muscular figure, "O'... I was well... trying to find you I guess."

His face changed into a little smile gazing down at the blushing vixen. He didn't know what her mind was stirring with but seems it might be mischievous. "What are you doing staring at him? Hmmm?" Said as lowered a bit to glare at her face to face. His eyes glanced a bit at her black cleavage that was shining beneath the kimono, surprised how much it suited her.

Looking at her once more "Were you trying to obtain some of out secret arts? Something to beat me with?" His snarky tone was all too obvious as if he tried pecking into her brain or forcefully teasing Yori to make her a bit agitated.

"Spying on you? To think I would need to learn your techniques, you were only rather lucky last night," she said, rather animate, even going so far as to pike at the well defined chest of his in her protest. Her breasts shifting around, seemingly even with the form fit of the material it did nothing to stop them from moving around.

She looked away in a pout, crossing her arms, "You surprised me, that's all there is to it," she lied obviously enough, her foxy tail swaying from side to side.

It was hard to concentrate on speeches as those fatty orbs were rubbing against his muscular form, probably not on purpose but they served it's purpose at fueling her cheeks. "Don't be such a spoiled kid. Lighten up little fox I'm just kidding with ya"

Giggled the wolf as she stood by her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner. She could sense how hard the arm was under the fur, days after days of hard training sculpting it into a deadly weapon. "Needed anything from me since you got up rather quickly?"

Those fatty orbs seemed to have their own sort of gravity to them at times it seemed. The Takibi family had all sorts of more... sensual talents that a shinobi of her could employ against a target, but Hairou wasn't a target... or was he, the verdict having not been decided on wither or not she should still see the wolf as an opponent. She hadn't been expecting him to take her what was likely his home, more so expecting her death or imprisonment.

Yori's distracted state didn't even notice as he moved wrap an arm around at the shoulder, his muscular body precariously close to her own. She could feel his strong arm, well sculpted from obvious rigorous training, Well... maybe just an aspirin would be nice."

He took her hand and gently guided her to the kitchen section down the hallway even though he wanted to tease her a little bit "Very well then. With these kind of injuries I think you need 2 of them" With how hard he dealt her body he was amazed how sturdy she was even if she looked like a breakable statue.

As they reached the old style living room combined with a kitchen, he crouched around the lower storage section searching for any leftover pain killers "Take a seat while I find you something" The living room had a small ground table to sit around for her rest her wary body.

Yori would nod as she followed him down the hallway and around the home. She kept up well with his assistance in holding her hand to guide her, though at times she seemed to loose balance, needing to hold herself against a wall for a few moments to recover. She may be rather enduring but her body was still not in the best of shape as they finally got to where they were going.

She'd immediately take a seat near the table once they were at the living room, slowly bringing herself down. The fox would almost fall over but here balance quickly recovered, sitting there now waiting for him. Her eyes exploring the room in an inquisitive look.

He managed to get the medical pills for Yori hoping it would sooth her pain even more. He was thinking about if had any guilt into her injury while at it, pondering if it was too much? Maybe? Then again she also was going to burn his fur to a crisp so both sides were at it without regard to their enemies safeties. Shaking his head he placed the pills into a tray with a glass of water and placed into the table near her.

Hairou sat opposite of her with hands rested on the table "So.....how's your neck?" The atmosphere felt tense for some reason and he didn't know why.